Oh dear. That's taking me back to about 12 years ago, just before Thanksgiving, when I was working for a patent attorney. I had to search patents about... poultry slaughterhouse technology, especially the really disgusting squeezy part. The next day I had to face roasting and eating a turkey after learning exactly what the processors do with them. Major EEEUUUURRGGH. (Text color-camouflaged as a courtesy to the squeamish.)